YELLOW.

yellow has lead you to your deaths.

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SHE'S LIKE A GHOST AROUND HERE. selective + slow activity trini from saban's power rangers. est 2018, remade 2022. heavily headcanon-based. based solely on the 2017 adaption, as i don't remember much of the original series. written by lex, 23.

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I’m the worst so I’m moving trini back to @constantwar until I have enough time/energy to handle more than one blog at a time

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feels like being a stranger in your own house, like everything that used to mean something doesn’t anymore. even your own name.   @moonexile

like being a stranger in your own house —  trini’s not sure if she’s ever not felt that way. she honestly can’t remember a time where she’d ever felt welcome in her own home, under her mother’s roof. maybe there were brief moments, when she and her father would be in the garage, working on his old car, but they would always be ruined by june opening the door, curling her lip at the sight of her daughter with motor oil smeared across her shirt, arms and legs covered in dirt.   ❝ yeah, well —  it’s never really felt like any of that mattered in the first place. so i guess that’s not a real meaningful comparison for me. ❞

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doomdays​.

trini’s answer doesn’t surprise kimberly.  she wants her away from her mother, too —- it’s why she’s always going out of her way to invite her over for the night,  not only because she herself is lonely in that big house on her own, but it’s a chance for trini to get away, too.  kim lets out a scoff and rolls her eyes.  ❝  yeah, well, she should see the rest of our friends trying to fix a car like you do,  ❞   she mutters with a small smile, only an attempt to hopefully help trini relax.  ❝  you’d be good at that,  ❞   she finally notes, looking over to her.  ❝  and you could do that anywhere.  you really don’t care where? ❞  kimberly doesn’t either, maybe that’s why they seem to mesh so much.

there’s a part of kimberly that wants to keep some sort of wall up —- not to keep trini out, but because she’s still trying to cope with her own feelings about it all.  she notices the softness in trini’s voice, though, and it makes it a lot easier to just want to be open and honest.  ❝  well, you do,  ❞  she answers simply, almost immediately realizing how it sounds, so she jumps on her words.  ❝   —-  i mean, all of you.  you guys make me happy,  ❞   she clarifies —- though her first statement wasn’t wrong.  if anyone is keeping her here, more than anything, it’s trini.  ❝  and i guess this is the first time in my life that i feel like it’s actually possible for me to figure that out.  which is like,  weird timing, i know, considering  .  .  .   our destiny, or whatever,  ❞   she adds with a soft laugh.  ❝ —— but i’d like to figure out what i could be beyond the pink ranger.  ❞   and beyond the popular girl who likely would’ve peaked in high school.  kimberly can be more than that.  she believes it now, despite her resistance before,  when she didn’t believe she deserved anything good  (  part of her still does believe that, but she’s trying not to be so hard on herself.  )  ❝  maybe there’s a way i can help people without all the armor.  ❞

❝ jason’s actually not the worst apprentice to have in the world. ❞  she would sooner die than admit it to the red ranger, but jason scott isn’t as terrible to be around as she would have thought a year ago, but maybe it’s because it’s nice to be around someone that understands the weight of constantly disappointing their parent. but before it could be mistaken for a compliment, she adds,  ❝ but that’s probably just because i don’t have to pull out my jack when he could just lift the whole truck. ❞  she shakes her head, shoulders lifting in a shrug.  ❝ not really. i used to want to try moving somewhere colder, ‘cause i’ve only ever lived in the heat, but it’s not a big deal. as long as i’m away from her, i’d be happy. ❞

trini hates herself for the way her heartbeat picks up in pace, the way her face suddenly feels warm at kimberly’s words. it doesn’t mean anything, she reminds herself. not like that, at least. and she’s proven right when kim goes on, so she can’t really feel any disappointment. in an attempt to regather herself, she only snorts, mumbling, ❝  that’s cheesy,  ❞  intentionally loud enough for kimberly to hear. trini would be lying if she argued that she didn’t feel the same way, however; before meeting the others, she hadn’t known what it felt like to belong—  always the outcast, whether it be in school or her own family.  she lifts her head to glance at kim, only for a moment, before redirecting her attention to the chipping paint of the truck bed, blunt nails ripping another chunk off.  she’ll fix it later.  ❝ i wish i could help you figure that out, but i kind of built my entire future around avoiding people, so... ❞  it’s one of the more appealing parts of being a mechanic —  staying in the shop, away from customers, with only the car for company. vehicles are a lot easier to be around.  ❝ —unless you want to be my service advisor, and help people that way... ❞

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book meme / misc. stories, jacqueline woodson content warning for blood and violence.

from the notebooks of melanin sun

here i am. alive.

this is all anybody needs to be happy.

you planning on staying awhile?

don’t keep me hanging.

and you’re important to me.

the world doesn’t work that way.

and when i can’t speak it, i write it down.

it feels right and whole and good.

don’t even try it.

there’ll be a hundred names for him. but he’ll know who he is.

just to let us know we’re still alive.

i’ll get it.

the bad kind.

i don’t believe you.

this is the last one.

you just don’t want it to happen, that’s all.

boy, i’ll go upside your head so hard you gonna wish you was never born.

i wish it didn’t matter so much. but it does, doesn’t it?

these are my notebooks. my stories.

it’s like that in our house.

what do you mean, what’s up with that?

so i keep quiet. 

what time is it?

i want to do the right thing.

i wish i was different.

i’m on the outside of things.

sometimes, i don’t have words. 

miracle’s boys

you ready?

i almost said, too.

feels like being a stranger in your own house, like everything that used to mean something doesn’t anymore. even your own name.

they don’t mess with me, i don’t mess with them.

you don’t know nothing about me, little boy.

if i was real quiet, it was like i was invisible.

no you. no more.

what’s wrong with you, man?

what made you cold?

nobody in this room talking to you. you hear anybody call your name?

that’s why i’m here asking you.

then you had to go and open your fat mouth.

like a clock ticking away somebody’s life.

reddest blood i’d ever seen in my life.

i know he didn’t kill anybody.

if they’re fast enough.

that’s cold, man.

blow somebody’s head off.

that’s what you think, stupid.

locomotion

i used to talk all the time.

you’ll sleep in here.

i felt safe then.

where’s that boy i used to know, the one who couldn’t be quiet?

and then i leave fast.

that ain’t right.

but i was just a little kid and nobody else was around.

you need to laugh sometimes.

some days, like today and yesterday and probably tomorrow, that’s all that’s on my mind.

and my voice got quieter. and quieter. and quiet.

this ain’t much, but it’s all i have.

the monsters that come at night don’t breathe fire, have two heads or long claws.

but i don’t.

last night this commercial came on tv.

i look at my knuckles.

sometimes i sit counting the stars.

the kind of crying where no tears came out.

i mean, we’re not supposed to want to.

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* first blood starters

first blood is a novel by david morrell. tw: guns and blood. 

‘ you shouldn’t be walking around. ’

‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’

‘ you’ve got to rest. take it easy. ’

‘ how did i get here? ’

‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’

‘ leave me alone! i mean it! ’

‘ we have to stop the bleeding. ’

‘ keep your fucking hands off me. ’

‘ all right, play it tough if you want. ’

‘ let me be. ’

‘ i don’t feel a thing. ’

‘ but it’s the little things that make a town what it is, that you can watch to make it safe. ’

‘ you’re not tired. you’re afraid. ’

‘ i’m just not happy unless i get miserable every once in a while. ’

‘ that’s the last thing you have to worry about. ’

‘ i just was sorry. ’ 

‘ who does? ’

‘ try and remember. ’

‘ that’s very funny. ’

‘ hold still. ’ 

‘ what the hell’s going on? ’

‘ i have bandages under my clothes too. ’

‘ where’s my shoes and socks? ’

‘ you have to promise me. ’

‘ i didn’t want you to think i don’t care what happens to you. ’

‘ stand the hell up and identify yourself. ’ 

‘ you didn’t pull out the pockets in your jacket. ’

‘ is that plain enough for you to understand? ’

‘ get your dumbass away from the entrance. ’

‘ the gun’s not loaded. ’

‘ look at that sun. ’ 

‘ been waiting long? ’

‘ stay out of it. ’

‘ what the hell was that? ’

‘ sit down here on the floor. ’

‘ that isn’t necessary. ’  

‘ i’m alone. i need help. ’

‘ no, but you promised yourself, and that does count. ’

‘ christ, what’s the matter with you? ’

‘ i don’t sleep much anymore. ’

‘ wasn’t even a chance to go home and grab my rifle. ’

‘ you can’t leave me. don’t leave me. ’

‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’

‘ well, you sure put one over on me, didn’t you? ’

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WHY ARE YOU SO TIRED? ind. trini from saban's power rangers (2017). heavily headcanon-based. selective + slow activity. written by lex, 23.

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POWER RANGERS — (2017) dir Dean Israelite